The surname of the new chief resident of the gastrointestinal surgery department was Dong, and he was a foreigner. She didn't go home after she fell sick and stayed in his on-call room for an intravenous drip.
Old he told boss Zheng about the situation after he understood the situation.
Zheng Ren did not have much of an impression of this new chief resident. He was an iron-clad chief resident with a 912-Yuan cash flow. On the other hand, there were not many people as miserable as Zhou Litao. If he really became an iron-clad chief resident, Zhou Litao would probably cry himself to death.
Even if he didn't cry to death, he would be exhausted to death sooner or later.
Zheng Ren did not look at Feng Jianguo as he felt that there was something fishy about this matter. From Quan xiaocao's words, Zheng Ren could feel that Mr. Dong was sick, and then Feng Jianguo was sick.
Without the system panel, Zheng Ren would have suspected that it was a new, contagious disease.
